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Goodbye Murray


We spent the night at Tocumwall, the last of our Murray River towns and our last look at the Mighty Murray.

We leave this beautiful river with some of its facts "The Murray is the third longest navigable river in the world, after the Amazon and Nile. It is 2756 kilometres long and continuously navigable for 1986 kilometres ... Nowadays the River Murray is under threat from various sources. It contains a high salt content, meaning that it has an impact on all who use it. The intense pressure placed on the Murray from overuse is also a concern which can lead to erosion and overall poor water quality. To experience the diversity of the River Murray is truly amazing. Compared with other rivers in industrial nations, the Murray is in great condition; however that's no reason to get complacent. It is truly a remarkable living river we all need to protect for the future - requiring a balance that needs constant attention."

I agree ... to have experienced the diversity of this river along with it's tributaries the Murrumbidgee and Darling has been truly amazing. I have seen with fresh eyes how this river systems contributes to the wellbeing of all Australians and welcome the work of those striving to improve and maintain its health.

We are heading back up north tomorrow.
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  1. UnknownFebruary 18, 2010 at 4:46 PM

    Mighty Murray indeed. There is a lot of water rolling through there. I am enjoying youe trip vicariously.

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  2. JulieFebruary 18, 2010 at 5:32 PM

    Longer navigable section than even the Mississsippi & the Missouri? I did not realise that.

    I must organise with my Melbourne friend to do a Murray town-hop. She would be in that in a twinkle ...

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